Mystery: The New Black Emperor Descends

Chapter 742 Helping Klein Enhance His Humanity

After the war ended, the official newspapers of Atlantis published not only the news that the Kingdom of Pas had perished within the "countdown," but also the news that Hobert was to ascend the throne as emperor.

Supplies began to flow into Caesar's port from Angelou, and people began to prepare for the coronation ceremony of their king.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a new task: to announce Hobert's coronation to various countries and churches.

The whole world is talking about it. Some people think that Hobert's coronation as emperor was well-deserved, while others feel that the coronation ceremony seemed too hasty.

Most people who saw the news in newspapers from various countries agreed that Hobert should become emperor, but there was some disagreement about when and by whom he would be crowned, and by which church.

The people in the newly occupied territory didn't quite understand why the officials and soldiers were so excited, but thanks to the propaganda from the local officials, they knew that they were about to have a new emperor.

Meanwhile, notices were received throughout the country that a new scientific technology would be used to showcase the king's coronation in the main streets of towns and in the squares of various cities.

Officials in various regions were instructed to organize local residents to attend the coronation ceremony.

The various orthodox churches found it strange that a coronation was to be held in a royal palace. Which pope from which church was they planning to have crown Him?

……

On their second day in Caesars Harbour, Hobert invited Medici to take a walk along the seaside promenade.

Watching the cargo ships enter the port in the distance, and seagulls flying to and fro, Hobert suddenly asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

With the war in the South Continent over and the North Continent completely subdued, Hobert's focus will now shift to domestic development, leaving Medici with no further role to play.

Medici countered, "Are you talking to me about this, or are you talking to me on behalf of the 'Creators'?"

Hobart pointed to a stone bench and said as he walked toward it, "Of course, it represents the 'Creator'."

He paused for a moment and then said, "There is no more war in the Southern Continent, so I estimate you won't stay here any longer."

"Yes," Medici smiled. "It's no fun without fighting. I do intend to find something more interesting to do."

Then, His smile faded, and the man said, "You are the 'Vice-King of Heaven,' aren't you?"

Just as Hobert was about to sit down on the stone bench, he paused slightly. "Vice-Prince of Heaven" refers to the "Dark Angel" Sasriel, but coming from Medici's mouth, it must have another meaning: an incarnation of a god.

Hobart did not deny it: "I understand. Did you see my mythical creature state that day and realize this problem?"

He had actually anticipated this, and He also estimated that other angels in the country must have had similar thoughts after that battle.

Medici nodded: "Yes, it is quite surprising that a god could have a follower of the angel king level before he became an ancient being."

"I also thought of Atlantis's strange national policies, spring planting, construction, and so on, and I guessed that the 'Creator' was probably preparing to become a god."

Hobert nodded: "That's right."

He sat on the stone bench and said, "Your future is something I want to talk to you about, and it's also something the 'Creator' wants to talk to you about."

"As a colleague, working with you has been a good experience. At least it made things easier for me, and the part you were in charge of was exactly what I wasn't good at."

"I will fully support whatever plans you have, both morally and logically."

"But as far as the 'Creator' is concerned, this help is limited, because you have never been truly loyal to the 'Creator' from beginning to end."

"The Creator can sense this; He can clearly perceive whether an angel is loyal."

"If I'm not mistaken, you've always felt that you're on the same level as the 'Creator'."

Medici stood to the side: "That was true before, but recently my mindset has changed."

However, my admiration for the "creator" outweighs my respect for him.

Hobert smiled and suddenly turned the surroundings into a "Shadow Domain," creating a closed space that obeyed Hobert's commands.

Then He said, "I have some top-secret information that I have just received: Adam is the divine part of the ancient sun god."

"Or rather, after the death of the ancient sun god, His divinity was awakened within Adam."

Medici's eyes narrowed, and he became unusually agitated.

Adam was one of the masterminds among those who plotted to kill Him.

Hobart continued, "I've also heard that Adam was among those who wronged you back then."

"But I must tell you that your evil spirit has gone undiscovered in Backlund for over a thousand years, which must be Adam's doing."

"You weren't discovered until after you were saved."

Medici gazed at the chaotic beach in the "Shadow Realm" before him, as if deep in thought.

The two stood and sat quietly for about half a minute before Medici suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly telling me all this?"

"It's time to make a choice," Hobart said solemnly. "Will you return to serve your Lord, or will you serve the 'Creator'?"

Medici took a deep breath and asked again, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there are big differences," Hobart said. "If you choose to pledge allegiance to Adam, or rather, the ancient sun god, we can still be friends when we meet again."

"Even if we become enemies, there's still some semblance of decency."

"You help me conquer the Southern Continent, and I'll help you return to 'The Conquerors.' It's a deal."

"But if you pledge allegiance to the 'Creators,' becoming the 'Conqueror' is just the beginning."

Medici fell into deep thought again, and after another half minute, he suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, there's nothing to hesitate about. The 'Creator' is more humane, and I will have a better opportunity here."

He suddenly knelt on one knee before Hobert again: "I choose to join the forces of the 'Creators.' My loyalty may seem weak, but I am absolutely loyal to the 'Creators.' I will never betray the 'Creators,' nor the entire force."

With a pleased smile, Hobart rose and helped Medici to her feet: "Please sit down."

After the two sat down again, Hobart said, "I suggest you go to Intis to look for opportunities. Russell has been resurrected and is planning to restore Intis's international status. He needs a capable and valiant helper."

"In addition, I heard that the archangel of the Soren family is hiding in Trier. You can ask Roselle to help you find Him."

"When the time is right, I will make a deal with the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom to help you reclaim your uniqueness and remove the contamination from it."

Medici was slightly taken aback before smiling and saying, "I didn't expect you to arrange things so meticulously for me."

Hobart, with his legs crossed, said, "Those who have joined us and remained loyal to the 'Creators' are currently doing very well."

Medici hummed in agreement: "I will go to Intis after your coronation."

Then He asked, "I don't have much of a relationship with this Russell, can He trust me?"

"He's the one I rescued with 'The Fool'," Hobart said. "I'll recommend you to him."

"I'm fine now."

……

Hobert stayed in Caesars Harbor for a few days, and there was nothing for Him to worry about.

At this point, Hobart realized another advantage of the extraordinary world: he generally didn't have to fear being ousted from power.

Because of the exceptional level of protection, one can confidently delegate power without worrying about having one's subordinates seize power.

The only thing to be wary of is whether the angels under your command have any intention of taking away your extraordinary characteristics.

At this time, Klein informed Hobart through "The Fool" that he was coming to visit, so Hobart made some preparations to entertain his old friend.

On July 2, Klein and Hobert met as agreed at the dock in Port Caesars.

Today, Hobart wore an Atlantis-style shirt and black trousers, with a crisp trench coat over them. The surrounding space was simply "distorted" by Him, so no one could see Him or hear His voice.

But Klein spotted him immediately: "Friend, I heard you're about to become emperor."

Hobart chuckled. "That's right, and the coronation will take place in the enemy's palace. I'll reserve a VIP spot for you."

"I'll definitely witness this historic moment." Klein straightened his coat, looked at the cranes working on the dock, and added, "We're going to Utopia for a barbecue this afternoon, and Russell will be there too."

"it is good."

Then Klein asked, "Do you know why I came to see you?"

"Of course I know." Hobart said seriously, "Follow my arrangements for the rest of the journey. Now, change your appearance and become my personal male servant."

"No problem." Klein followed Hobart's instructions and transformed into the appearance of his former personal servant, Richardson. His clothes were also changed, and he stood slightly behind Hobart, looking quite convincing.

Hobert "twisted" the two men's positions and brought them to a "makeshift dormitory" of a town government in the Kingdom of Pass.

Hobert stood outside a group of tents and called out, "Tyren!"

The dormitory is made up entirely of tents, and the town government staff currently work in what used to be an arms depot.

Many tents had their curtains drawn back to look outside, and among them was the handsome and energetic Tyron.

"Brother! What brings you here?" Tyron asked, very happy.

Upon learning that he was the town mayor's brother, everyone exchanged brief greetings and then lowered the curtain.

Under the cover of his trench coat, Hobart took out a large bag of snacks, fruits, dried meat, and other food from his "space pocket": "Of course, I came to see you."

Entering the fairly tidy tent, He asked, knowing the answer already, "Are you resting today?"

Klein didn't know what Hobart was doing here, but at this moment he was behaving like a very dutiful servant, bringing the only chair in the tent behind Hobart.

"Yes," Tyron smiled slightly, "I'm just about to hitch a ride to Melissa's..."

Klein's movement of moving the chair and the slight change in his expression were immediately concealed by him, and Tyrone did not notice it.

Tyron continued, "...Let's go together. Melissa will be very happy to see you."

"OK."

"Wait a moment." Tyron shaved his beard, combed his hair carefully, and changed into a more formal-looking outfit.

After carefully looking in the mirror, he set off with Hobert and Klein.

There are no teleportation arrays between towns, so people still have to rely on horse-drawn carriages and other means of transportation to travel between them.

However, the public carriage system has not yet been established in the newly occupied territories. Today, a caravan was going to deliver goods to Melissa's town, so Tyron was just planning to hitch a ride. He would have to walk back by himself in the afternoon.

As the swaying carriage moved forward at a leisurely pace, Klein looked at the desolate landscape and rural charm on both sides of the road, listening to Hobert and Tyron casually chat about the current state of the countryside.

Currently, Tyron and his team are organizing people to measure the land, planning to divide the land after the crops are harvested.

The wave of large-scale rural construction will not affect this area until at least next year. The task given to them by their superiors is to ensure a smooth transition and prepare for land redistribution.

This is unavoidable; the territory has suddenly expanded so much that the government needs time to adapt and requires certain structural reforms to regain its efficiency.

At this time, a "smooth transition" is indeed the most important thing.

Hobart said to Tyron, "Seize the opportunity. This is the last chance for a fast track to promotion. You don't even need to achieve anything great. As long as you meet your superiors' targets, you'll definitely be able to move on to the next promotion assessment."

This batch of town mayors were basically promoted from the previous village chiefs, and their qualities varied greatly. Many of the town mayors were even unable to complete the tasks set by their superiors.

Within six months at most, it will be clear who can continue to be promoted, who is only capable of being a town mayor at best, and who cannot even be a town mayor.

In another two or three years, once the situation in China gradually stabilizes, there won't be such fast promotion channels as we have now.

Tyron nodded: "I know, I'll work hard during this time."

Hobart glanced at Klein, who was looking out the window, and then said, "You need to put effort into your life too. When do you plan to get engaged to Melissa?"

Klein immediately looked away.

"We plan to do this after Mr. Benson gets married," Tyron said.

Klein's breathing suddenly became heavy.

Hobart, feigning ignorance, asked again, "Is Benson getting married?"

"Yes."

Hobart then asked, "Who is the bride?"

Tyron smiled and said, "Miss Qiuna."

"Ah, our Lady Mayor," Hobart smiled, "the kingdom's first female mayor."

Klein recalled that at a previous tarot meeting, they seemed to have talked about this Qiuna, who had been the first female mayor of the Duchy of South Bailang.

She seemed to come from a small village on the shore of Full Moon Lake, but she seized the opportunity, displayed amazing political talent, and quickly rose through the ranks to become a county magistrate.

At the time, Klein remarked that there have been far too many born politicians throughout history, and the reason they remained unknown before they became famous was simply because they lacked a platform.

The governor is definitely a high-ranking official in a country. When South Bairan was first established, Hobert's fiefdom from Rune was only the size of a county.

Hobart, feigning ignorance, asked again, "How did they meet?"

Tyrone thought his brother really didn't know, so he described in detail: "Queen Audrey introduced them at a party."

"I heard from Melissa that they were very much in love, had been secretly dating for two or three months, and then announced that they were getting married."

Hobart pressed, "Is there any more information about them?"

"I've heard Melissa mention it before," Tyron said. "They get along very well and are both very considerate of each other's feelings."

"Qiu Na also cares about Melissa and often writes to teach her some methods of handling government affairs. Those methods are very practical, and I have benefited a lot from them."

A smile gradually spread across Tyron's face: "Melissa also said that Miss Qiuna is very intelligent and kind-hearted, not as cold as she appears on the surface."

"It was very pleasant to be with her; she was the perfect person for Mr. Benson."

"This is quite a high compliment, considering that in Melissa's eyes I'm not that competent."

Hobart laughed heartily: "It's precisely because you're incompetent that you can continue your relationship."

Klein couldn't help but smile.

Then Hobart asked Benson and Qiuna when they were getting married, where they planned to hold the wedding, where their marital home was, and other similar questions.

Klein, who was standing to the side, took notes of everything.

As they chatted, Hobart and Ty started talking about Donna again.

Tyron said with absolute certainty, "Donna is in love."

"What?" Hobert was taken aback. "How come I didn't know?"

He saw Donna yesterday afternoon, but she didn't mention this matter.

Tyron smiled and said, "Although she didn't say it explicitly, it's clear from her letters that she's in love."

Klein listened to the brothers' casual conversation with a detached, gossipy attitude. He could tell that Hobert genuinely didn't know about this before.

Hobart then asked, "Who is her boyfriend?"

"It should be the tall, very sunny Mr. Derrick." Tyron didn't sound like he was guessing; it sounded more like he was announcing it.

"It's clear that this gentleman isn't very talkative, but he's kind and always does things that seem silly but touch Donna's heart."

Hobert glanced at Klein beside him. Klein smiled. He had thought it had nothing to do with him, but it turned out that Klein was a subordinate of "The Fool".

Tyron, oblivious to their subtle exchange, chuckled, "Donna also said that this Mr. Derrick isn't even as old as me..."

Hobert thought about it and realized that "Little Sun" was indeed not yet twenty years old.

He didn't intend to interfere in his sister and brother's romantic relationship, but he would definitely ask about it if the opportunity arose.

As they chatted, they arrived at the town under Melissa's jurisdiction. The situation here was better than in Tyron's place, and there was a nobleman's manor.

The manor has now been confiscated and turned into offices for the town government and living quarters for its staff.

Melissa's accommodation was quite nice; it was clean, spacious, and had a fairly large room.

She treated Hopper very warmly, asking Tyron to fetch nuts and boil water for tea, acting as if she were ordering her boyfriend around.

As before, Hobart brought some food as a gift, and Melissa thanked him sincerely. Among the supplies provided by the government to these civil servants who were receiving the new territory, the food mainly consisted of various canned goods, but fresh fruit from outside the local area was rarely available.

At this moment, one of Melissa's subordinates came to ask the mayor how to handle an official matter.

Melissa didn't mince words and immediately offered a solution.

Because he was mentally prepared, Klein kept his expression under control throughout.

Only after seeing his younger sister's mature and composed side did he show a relieved smile.

Melissa, who once looked sallow-faced, with dry hair and dressed somewhat old-fashioned, seems to have suddenly transformed into a well-dressed, mature, confident woman with the aura of a powerful businesswoman.

The four of them chatted for over an hour before Hobart got up to leave. After all, it was a rare opportunity for Tyron and Melissa to meet, so he didn't want to stay and be a third wheel.

After the two walked out of the town hall courtyard, Hobart instantly appeared in Utopia by "distorting" space.

Hopper asked, "Are we going to see Benson too?"

Klein took a deep breath before saying, "I'll go when I have time."

Then He exclaimed, "Time flies! Melissa has grown up so much."

He was quite satisfied with Melissa's boyfriend, Tyron; he had a good temper, was ambitious, and had a bright future.

Hobart added, "Melissa really wants to join the Longtail Island Research Institute. I don't plan to help her too much, because with her abilities, getting into the institute shouldn't be a big problem."

"Then I think we should let her enter the research institute through the normal procedures. Young people always need some challenges to temper their character."

Klein nodded, offering no advice.

The two found a place to sit down and chatted. Klein told Hobart that He was currently going to familiar places to visit and meet with friends, strengthening His humanity in preparation for His promotion.

Klein had already visited Tingen and Backlund, and had also visited Captain Dunn and his wife in South Colson before arriving in Atlantis.

Hobart also spoke of the divinity that comes with embracing uniqueness.

No matter how hard I try, there always seems to be a small part of my consciousness that doesn't belong to me.

It's like having a palm-sized piece of ice that just won't melt in a blazing steel furnace—it feels very abrupt.

It's possible that after becoming a god, this "ice" will be even larger, since gods can no longer be explained solely in terms of biological concepts, and their consciousness is certainly quite different from that of ordinary people.

The only controllable thing is that, at the level of the gods, as long as the state is good, "ice" will not affect "the temperature of the furnace and normal combustion".

The two discussed for a while before Russell arrived via a message stream: "You guys are here so early?"

Then, after a second or two of eye contact with Klein, He smiled and said, "Thank you for the previous rescue."

Klein smiled and said, "I'm happy to be of help."

Rosell said seriously, "I've thought about this for a long time these past few days. Everything about our 'hometown' binds us together. Should we form an alliance and secretly manipulate this world?"

Hobart smiled and said, "We've already done that."

"So, what should our alliance be called?" Rosell suddenly raised a question that neither Hobert nor Klein had considered: "The name needs to be impressive! It can't be inferior to 'Redemption Rose' or 'Twilight...what?', right?"

He was referring to the Twilight Hermits, and He always maintained a very cautious attitude towards the "audience."

Hobart asked, "What are your thoughts?"

"How about 'League of Legends'?" Rosell crossed his arms, looking like he'd seriously considered it. "Or maybe 'Ancient Gods Alliance'? 'Avengers' is also a good name!"

Klein's lips twitched: "I...I'll go get the oven and stuff."

Hobart somewhat regretted asking his earlier question, but he couldn't help but voice his doubts: "Whom are we to seek revenge against?"

“The Lord of Mysteries!” Rosell replied, “He brought us here without our consent, so of course we must seek revenge against Him!”

Hobert opened his mouth: "I'm speechless."

(End of this chapter)